Flying solo? Why not… [MF]

If you’ve read the rest you’ll know that the progression hubby and I have made into an open relationship has been fast and furious. In the past months we’ve gone from threesomes, to group sex and have managed it all very comfortably. It’s been uncomplicated, with no dramatics, and to be totally honest, not even a disagreement between us. We just get each other.

I have a fantastic opportunity to learn some gardening tips from one of our friends from the previous stories, Matt, but knowing myself I am certain if his cock comes out I’ll be on my knees in a second. So, I do what any horny wife would do and ask hubby what he thinks before I make the plan. We don’t play alone and although we’ve talked about it in general it’s never come up in this context before. As always he says (as I would to him), “Do what makes you happy, and what you’re comfortable with.” So off I go to have an afternoon with Matt.

To read our other stories and get to know us better before you move on, read these first: [The Cocks and the Guac](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5zc100/the_cocks_and_the_guac_our_first_group_experience/) and [If you swallow, it won’t get in your hair](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61so0o/if_you_swallow_it_wont_get_in_your_hair_grouporgy/)

It’s a good opportunity for me, as I not only want to learn about gardening but I’m also trying to learn to open my throat and improve my (already pretty great) blow job skills. Like with any hobby, I love to put in the work it takes to do my very best! His is the perfect cock to practice on. He knows when and how to help, to encourage, and when I need a break. I’ve given a lot of head in my life and he’s one of the best I’ve ever had. His beautiful girlfriend and sub Karen gives the best blow jobs I’ve ever seen. She can bury any cock that I’ve seen to the base and make it look effortless, and he is not a small man by any stretch. She gives the rest of us who love to suck dick something to strive for.

The drive is 45 minutes long, and it’s a fucking gloriously beautiful day. During the drive, I try to keep my mind on the garden, and not on his cock. Every time I allow myself a second to think about it I get squirmy, my pussy throbs, and I get foolishly distracted. I need to drive safely, so I try really hard to focus elsewhere. I’m not sure what to anticipate when I get there, but I’m very easygoing when it comes to sexual encounters, and super comfortable with him, so I’m relaxed and excited.

I pull in the driveway and look at my phone. There is a message telling me to come right to the bedroom because he is watching TV. I smile, knowing it’s likely the gardening will wait for a while.

I walk down the hall and he’s there. We haven’t seen each other in a few weeks, and I’m immediately so happy to see him. He is the right sized man for me, physically, and not just his cock. I’m 5’7” and curvy with hips and an ass. It takes a certain type of man to make me feel small, and as he puts his arms around me I’m immediately consumed by him. I fit under his arms and into him so well. He kisses me right away, for just a minute, and slides his hand into the hair at the base of my neck. I feel goosebumps as soon as his hands touch me. There is just something about his hands. With most people when they’re touching me, I’m not focused on a particular body part, but more a general sensation – I love to be touched. With him it’s different, I can feel every specific place his hands touch my body. All the time. He uses his hands very well. Firm and controlled but not rough until the situation warrants it. He’s an anomaly – very sweet and funny, and a fairly laid-back conversationalist. But when he touches me or gives any command, I respond before I even realize, in both mind and body.

He sits on the edge of the bed and kisses me, pulling me into him with his hands on my ass. He loves my ass, I can tell. I’ve just come from the gym, and he slides his hands into my tank top, bringing it up as he goes. I’m not wearing a bra so he has access to my tits right away. I’m not a “sexy underwear” kind of gal most days – I fucking love to be naked. I love to wear as little under my clothes as possible, and as I remove my shirt I’m already turned around to give him the view he wants as I take of my pants. I’m wearing thin sweats and I can feel his hands on me as I bend over and drag them down over my ass. He kisses it as I’m bent over in front of him, and my legs are already weak. Every place that he puts his hands trembles from wanting more. It’s fucking crazy how horny I am and I’ve literally only been inside the house for a few minutes.

Seconds later he has me on the bed on my back. I’m already drugged from wanting him. I’m soaking wet and he’s got me writhing under his hands in seconds. He’s teasing my pussy, sliding his fingers in me, playing with my clit. There is no hesitation in his touch, he knows exactly when to tease, when to be rough, when to pinch or squeeze my nipples. He’s between my legs and licking my clit while he fingers me. I cum almost right away and he teases me and laughs because he knows he’s just gotten started. He expertly makes me cum over and over until I’m breathless and panting.

It hits me once in a while how fucking lucky I am to have this life – I have the best husband in the entire world, and we have a series of play partners that are amazing in bed. I think of this for a second as I lay tucked in next to this awesome guy, kissing him while he plays with my pussy. I feel myself starting to shake again, and to get tense. I’m getting close again and all thought ceases to exist. I don’t normally love to kiss as I approach orgasm, as I tend to withdraw into my own private space. But as I approach this time, he is kissing me so good, not forcefully but firmly, sucking my lip and plunging his tongue into my mouth. I am starving for his mouth as I cum for him, moaning into him.

Then as I catch my breath he sits back and tells me it’s time to suck his cock. I’m filled with joy before he is out of his shorts. I really like how he feels, and how he responds to me. I get very consumed by the entire act of giving head, and I feel myself melt into it immediately. My mouth is dry but he knows exactly how to fix that. He shoves his cock into the back of my throat, making me gag and drool. I back off so I can really enjoy him. I suck on the head and play with it for a minute as I begin stroking him. I literally can’t get enough of him as I force him once again to the back of my throat. It immediately makes me gag and the tears begin to stream from my eyes, and I’m filled with the most amazing feeling. I have no way to describe the feeling, but when I’m choking and gagging on his cock my legs tremble the same way they do when I approach orgasm. He begins to play with my pussy again. Nothing makes me wetter than sucking dick. I can feel him fingering my swollen g spot, and I arch my back and push into him, feeling wave upon wave of orgasms flowing over me. As I cum, I can get my throat open and he slides almost all the way in. Not quite, but further than normal.

“Good girl” He’s so good at using his voice and hands, I react exactly the way he wants. Proud of myself, and spurred on to take his cum.

He had his hand on my inner thigh, gripping it tightly. I can feel him bruising my skin as I suck him and jerk him faster. Days later I find the marks he left me here and smile as I remember this moment. I swear he’ll make me cum some day just like that, with his hand on my thigh and his cock in my mouth. The tighter he holds my leg the harder I grip his cock. His legs are trembling and I just want to force him to cum. I don’t want him to wait, I want it.

I love the minute I feel a man start to cum in my mouth. Feeling his hot load hit the back of my throat, the tension in the inner thigh and the spasm of his muscles. I love how a man sounds when he cums, his breath catching, and that tension where almost no sound comes out. I suck every drop from him hungrily as I collapse to the bed to rest and breathe.

We’re both satisfied for now, and fall into easy conversation right away. This is one of the things that I least expected but most enjoy about these new sexual encounters. I did not expect the easy and uncomplicated camaraderie. As we lay naked, still with our bodies semi-intertwined, we laugh and joke as if we know each other well. One of my favorite moments of the day was when I’d just swallowed his load and he began a story with “Oh dude…you should’ve seen when…” That he could treat me like any other friend while I’m naked in his arms and he’s got my nipple pinched in his fingers is amazing, awesome, and comfortable to me.

It didn’t take long before we both needed more and his dick was in my mouth again. I literally can’t seem to help myself when he’s in the room. I suck him rock hard again and he says, “suck my balls”. I react immediately and begin to stroke his cock while I take first one, then the other into my mouth. I love his ability to give commands, and to give feedback. I never wonder whether I’m giving him what he wants – I know immediately. He tells me how great it is, with his hands, his body, and his voice. When he wants more, he knows he can take it from me, and I will give him everything I can. His hands are on me, and again he alternates between playing with my pussy and making me cum, slapping my ass, touching my body and making me want more, and giving me time to concentrate on his cock. He squeezes my hipbones and tells me he loves a woman with hips. I have his cock buried in my throat so can’t ask him to bruise them with his fingerprints like I want to. I love to wear a man’s fingerprints on my hips. It feels good to have his hands on them, and my body is in a constant state of pleasure by now. We stay this way for so long, with me sucking his dick and him playing with my body, until we both need a break.

Before we get dressed, I consider fucking him. I want to, so badly. I look at his cock, still hard, and I want it in my pussy. Truth be told, I fucking hate the idea of putting a condom on his beautiful cock. I hate condoms – they seem like a strange torture device to me. On the other hand I love to fuck, and I need to feel him inside me. For today, I’m just satisfied enough to let him put his cock away, and we go spend some time in the garden. I’ll take his cock another day.

As he shows me around, he moves past me and every time he does he puts a hand on me somewhere. These are the most innocent and almost friendly touches. A hand on the waist, the arm…but every time he touches me I lose my concentration. It becomes almost funny to me, because I have cum countless times by now, and still I get fucking ragingly horny every time he comes near me.

We go back to the bedroom and by now I feel so good, and so lazy. As we settle in for a few minutes I watch him smoking and I know I need one more load before I go. Before I can even think he says, “Suck my cock again. Oh wait, do you have time?” I’m way ahead of him and my clothes are off before he finishes his sentence. Of course I have time!

As I get on my knees with my ass in the air, I get to work on him immediately. I’m focused on the goal now. I want his cum again. I feel his hands on me but I have to try to ignore them. He inserts his thumb deep into me and pushes his hand against me as I cum, feeling his cock slide easier and easier into my throat. Still not all the way, not today…but it feels comfortable now, easier somehow. As I cum for him I am spurred on to take his load. I jerk him into my mouth as I feel his legs tense up. I know it’s coming and I’m smiling with his cock in my mouth. I love to feel that load building. A part of me wanted to see it, to allow it to shoot all over my tits. But I’m greedy, and I just need it somehow. I’ve got his balls in my hand as I jerk him to the end, and I swallow every drop of his cum happily.

As I get up and get dressed, I feel like I’ve had a three-hour massage. My brain on a normal day is filled with thought. So much thought that it often feels filled with chaos. It’s not negative thoughts primarily, although like anyone I have those as well. The past hours have been utterly peaceful in my head, like meditation at it’s very best, where you lose all track of time and space. We’re both happy and satisfied.

Although he left me thoroughly satisfied, I must admit as I was pulling out of the driveway I was already thinking about the next time, when I ride his cock in reverse, giving him the show I know he’ll love while squeezing his cock with my insides. The drive home speeds by, as there was no way of keeping the thoughts of sex from flooding my brain. I let them wash over me with the sunshine flowing in the windows and the music pumping. Man, life is good.

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